I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms
Chapter 26: Chapter 25: "Keep your heads down, everyone.

"Heh!"

Just as the group was nearing the end of the dirt road in the middle of the valley, the young man leading them suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, scanned his surroundings, and began to laugh coldly without any apparent reason.

"What are you laughing at?"

A young woman behind him furrowed her brows and spoke up, "Aren't we going to replace Chen Miao? Why have we suddenly stopped? Have you discovered something? Why laugh?"

"Heh."

The tall young man in white laughed coldly again, "I am laughing at Chen Miao's narrow intelligence, his lack of strategy."

"This place is high up with a steep slope; both sides of the valley are covered with thorny bushes and extremely difficult to climb. If I were Chen Miao, I would have set up an ambush here, shooting from high ground. Not only could he have reduced our number by a few, but also slowed our pace, thereby delaying his own death, waiting for a miracle."

"And we could only passively take a beating, unable to catch up. Just like I said from the start, it's extremely hard to climb."

"Yet, at this moment, it's quiet here without any signs of disturbance."

"So, tell me, isn't Chen Miao narrow-minded and without strategy?"

The young woman heard this and rolled her eyes, "That's because you're looking at the problem from a god's view, okay? We haven't cursed Chen Miao from start to finish, haven't targeted him once, not even showing a hint of killing intent. How would he know we want to kill him?"

"If he doesn't know we want to kill him, why would he set up an ambush to kill us?"

"The logic is flawed; it's unreasonable."

"Indeed."

The young man in white didn't argue any further, instead, he tenderly brushed the young woman's hair away from her temples, "After this is over, I'll have my father propose to your family. I want to officially marry you!"

"I want the whole world..."

Just as the young man in white was about to continue with his declaration of love,

he suddenly heard a faint song coming from the hillside, and, caught off guard, he blurted out, "Did any of you hear that?"

But soon.

He knew it wasn't his imagination.

Because the song was getting louder, to the point that it seemed to echo through the valley.

Looking up towards the left hillside, he saw a skinny man with a speaker on his shoulder, grinning and waving at them, as if trying to be friendly.

And next to him,

stood a man wearing a gold suit jacket over his bare chest, sporting sunglasses, a cigar clamped in his mouth, and cradling a Thompson Submachine Gun wrapped in a scarlet gilded light, his face full of smiles.

This combination seemed extremely bizarre.

But very quickly, he recognized who these two people were. Weren't they Chen Miao and his lackey?

They were the same two people his father had instructed him to eliminate if he had the chance before he entered the secret realm.

What were they doing appearing here at this time?

"Chen Miao."

The young man in white's expression became increasingly cold as he spoke, "Your points are rising so fast. Have you found some bug to farm points? Or is there another reason?"

"We need you to give us a reasonable explanation."

"Explain to your mom."

Chen Miao, standing among the bushes halfway up the slope, his mouth tilted with a cigar, thick smoke drifting from the corner of his mouth, laughed with the cigar clenched.

"If the spring breeze bears sympathy for the flowers, grant me another youth," he sang. (This is a Chinese poem that has been passed down for thousands of years)

"Keep your heads down, everyone."

"The show is about to begin!"

The next second—

The blinding flames erupted violently from the muzzle of the Thompson Submachine Gun in Chen Miao's hands, bullets chaining together in midair, rushing towards the people on the valley dirt road below like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Like a torrential downpour.

Like thunderous rage.

Like dark clouds assaulting a city.

Countless bullets burrowed into the soil, struck the opposite hillside, and pierced through the bodies of players below; at the same time, one could hear the almost continuous blasts of exploding rounds, declaring their Tao Wu Beast origin to this unknown world with force.

"Dodge, dodge!!!"

In just an instant, seven or eight people who failed to dodge in time were killed on the spot.

They lay in pools of blood, motionless, as if asleep.

The remaining survivors hastily activated all their defenses. Nearly everyone's clothes began to emit a faint light, and when the bullets struck them, instead of piercing through, they seemed to lose half their momentum and fell to the ground.

Magicians could summon Rock Giants to fight their enemies.

Supernaturals who had chosen the Magician profession were now sheltering under their Rock Giants, relatively safe for the moment.

Some Supernaturals with long-range attack capabilities were not retaliating immediately but were counting down the time in their minds after hiding; they knew the Gunman Profession's Achilles heel too well.

The greatest drawback was the scarcity of ammunition.

And the inability to carry too much of it.

The sound of gunfire was that of a Thompson Submachine Gun, and since it hadn't stopped, it meant there were no pauses for reloading—there must be several Thompsons loaded with ammo seamlessly firing in succession.

All they had to do was to survive this assault, and then when Chen Miao ran out of bullets or was in the midst of reloading, they could rush him.

...

"..."

Chen Miao, who had been continuously pulling the trigger without letting go, looked down at those players radiating light and couldn't help but swallow his saliva with envy; the bullets could not inflict even the slightest damage on those clothes.

Clearly, they were valuable defensive items.

And the fact that everyone had such treasures except for him was unfair.

He wanted them too.

He wasn't the least bit worried about not being able to penetrate their defenses—Doctor Gou had told him that these protective treasures all have an upper limit to the Energy Value they could absorb. Once that limit was exceeded, the items would be permanently damaged.

As long as the Firepower Coverage lasted long enough, any protective treasure would be nothing but a sham.

Though those treasures were currently on those people, they would soon be in his hands.

Just then—

"Crack."

A faint fracturing sound came from among the crowd below; suddenly, the glowing clothing on one of the players in the middle of the valley dirt road started to shatter, and then the player was engulfed by dozens of bullets amidst a look of horror.

Thud thud.

The sound of bullets boring into flesh, always so melodious.

Like blood splattering in the air, always as beautiful as a painting.

However, Chen Miao's finger remained on the trigger. Standing on the hillside with a Thompson Submachine Gun, he was laying down covering fire on the dozens of people below. Even with just one Thompson, the net of bullets he created meant those hiding behind Rock Giants dared not raise their heads.

The so-called archers didn't even dare stick their heads out from behind the Rock Giants to shoot even a single arrow at Chen Miao.

"Didn't you say the biggest weakness of the Gunman Profession was a lack of ammo?!!" the young woman hiding behind the Rock Giant shouted with fearful eyes and an angry voice, "He's been shooting non-stop for 3 minutes, and the protective gear my father gave me is about to break!"

"Hurry up and think of something, damn it!"